February 21 2007



I Don't Make Mistakes...

No!
Really, it's true. No it isn't. In fact, I often make the same mistake twice. One time at work I called in our lunch order and went to pick it up. At the pizza shop counter our sad exchange went as follows:

(doubtful expression): "Can I...help you?"
"Yeah, I have a pick-up order."
(frown): "Did you call it in?"
"Yeah, it was a big order, about $35...?"
(sigh): "We haven't had any orders today, at all...I don't see it...I would've remembered it though, sorry."

And that was when I realized I was on the wrong side of town, at the very wrong pizza shop. Man I felt like a jerk. And I wasn't at a merciless chain. No, it was a quaint mom and pop joint. Less than a full year later, I found myself playing delivery guy again in a different city:

"Hi!"
"Hi, can I help you?"
"I'm picking up an order, a party-size pizza."
(pause) "Umm...we don't have party-size pizza...."
"Oh...is this Italy's Best Pizza?"
"No, this is A1 Pizza. Italy's Best is down the street."

Again! Blast it all, stupid world!

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